Chapter 37: Ten Years of Injustice
As Qian Hao was talking, he suddenly laughed.
He looked at the man and suddenly laughed out loud.
Zheng Yi listened to his laughter, and felt his scalp tingling even more. His fear became deeper. The huge pain and dark fear surrounded him. He trembled and began to beg for mercy: "Qian Hao, I beg you, please let me go, how much money do you want!" He suddenly asked Qian Hao eagerly, very excited, and didn't even fear that face to look into his eyes: "I will give you as much money as you want! As long as you let me go! All the property in our family, I will give you, okay, I beg you, please let me go."
Qian Hao just stared at him steadily. People didn't know his emotions, let alone his expression at the moment. He just remained silent, but Zheng Yi thought that he was moved by what he said. Yes, in this world, who doesn't like money? Qian Hao is the same!
Thinking of this, he seemed to see hope. The pain in his body and the torment in his heart were not as important as his life at this moment. He seemed to be suddenly infused with spirit, and said to Qian Hao more vigorously: "All the money, all the money in my family will be given to you. I will give you whatever you want, okay! Qian Hao, we have been friends for so many years after all, please let me go, I beg you, okay!"
"You still know that I'm your friend, right?" Qian Hao's voice at this moment was unexpectedly calm. He laughed and looked at Zheng Yi: "Zheng Yi, tell me, what is a friend?"
"Friends..." Zheng Yi paused. He tried his best to search for what he should say in his mind. He seemed to feel that he had been thinking for a long time, so he quickly said, "Friends are people who understand each other, help each other, are sincere, and..."
But he couldn't say anything more, because at this moment, he found himself at a loss for words.
Qian Hao smiled again, his eyes turned to the screen: "See, my enemy has made me what I am now, but now he is discussing with me what a friend is?" He suddenly turned to Zheng Yi, grabbed Zheng Yi's hair as if to lift him up, and laughed loudly, but his voice quickly became sharp and cold: "Understanding! Support! Sincerity! Zheng Yi, tell me! Which one have you done! How dare you tell me that we are friends!"
He threw Zheng Yi to the ground with a flick of his hand, and swung the dagger in his hand. From this moment on, he would kill his enemy with his own hands. From this moment on, he would make him suffer, let him watch his blood flow while he was powerless to do anything. He wanted Zheng Yi to see with his own eyes how he watched his own death step by step, and let him also have a taste of how he survived from that hell. He would let Zheng Yi taste the pain he had tasted then, a thousand times today!
"After he dies, I will cut off his head and dig out his eyeballs." He laughed crazily, walked in front of the camera and announced to the world: "Their eyes should be buried in the place where I died, because I want them to witness my rebirth in the place where I died!"
He cruelly displayed his modus operandi to the audience watching the live broadcast, but no matter whether they were male or female, old or young, anyone who saw the live broadcast could not help but feel what a cruel scene it would be.
Qian Hao would not guess the audience's psychology. In fact, he firmly believed that no one could understand his pain. No one could understand the pain of his difficult survival in hell. No, no one could understand his pain! All those who hurt him must die today!
"Zheng Yi! Go to hell!" He swung his arms again, his eyes full of pleasure. He seemed to be able to foresee what kind of pleasure it would be when this sharp dagger cut into Zheng Yi's body one by one.
It’s almost time, that moment will come soon!
"Qian Hao!"
Suddenly, at this moment, a new screen popped up on Qian Hao's computer screen. Even on all the networks where Qian Hao was broadcasting live, such a video window appeared. The voice of Qian Hao just now came from this window. It was a female voice, who shouted out with all her might. Qian Hao did not bring down the knife in the end, because his gaze was drawn to the woman in the window.
That woman, with her haggard face, Qian Hao will never forget that face.
Why are there so many wrinkles at the corners of her eyes? Why don't her eyes have the same luster as before? Why are her eyes full of fatigue?
Qian Hao was stunned. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman as if in a dream.
The woman's eyes were swollen and red. She had always been like this over the years. Tears always flowed silently, accompanying her falling asleep and waking up. Then, she lived every day with a heart full of hatred and expectation. Her eyes seemed to penetrate the screen and see through the man. She was not afraid of his ugly face. She was not afraid at all...
"Stop..." She choked, trying her best to control her tears. Her lips seemed to be trembling. She looked at the man and said these three words.
"Stop it, how can you be worthy of me, how can you bear to abandon me again..." She murmured, questioning the man, how could you give up on me again without caring about everything?
Qian Hao's eyes suddenly became gentle, and suddenly became extremely painful. He was attached, he missed, he was afraid. He finally felt fear, a fear he had never felt in all these years, even when he was like a dog and couldn't survive. He suddenly covered his face. He couldn't let his wife see him like this!
Can't!
How could I let her see me like this!
He couldn't scare his wife, he couldn't let her feel scared, he covered his face with his hands, his hunched and thin body finally felt the fear at this moment, huge panic surrounded him, he unconsciously shouted at the screen: "Don't look at me, go away! Don't look at my face!"
"Don't look, it will scare you..." He murmured. He remembered, he remembered so clearly that she was afraid of all dark things, she was afraid of losing him, she was afraid of being alone. He remembered that he had sworn to protect her...
"You knew I was scared, so you left me alone! You knew I was scared, so you left your whole family to me! You knew I was scared, and you haven't looked at me once in the past ten years! Dead or alive! You never gave me a message, I have endured ten years, all my youth, and now, you are here to kill your enemy with your own hands! But have you ever thought about it! How have you not been my enemy! My child has lost his father for more than ten years, and your parents have lost their son for more than ten years. They have been thinking about your return until they died!"
Zhang Han, Qian Hao's wife.
The woman finally yelled and spoke out the pain she had been experiencing for all these years. She had been holding it in for ten years. During these ten years, she had imagined countless times how this man would question her and how she would slap him in the face when he appeared in front of her. She even thought about breaking this man's legs so that he would never escape her sight again in his life, but now she really saw it.
In her heart, there was only the pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows.
She hated, she hated this family!
She hated the whole family so much that she wanted to cut them into pieces just like her husband did. How she wished she could penetrate the screen and kill the whole family with her own hands to avenge the injustice her husband had suffered over the years!
